The Last Call
In the dim light of the bar's last call, I found a truth, simple and raw. Forgiveness, like a spilled drink, seeps into the wood, and I think, it's not about the time or the why, it's about the heart's quiet sigh.
I forgave you, not with grandeur or flair, but with the silence of an empty chair. Your actions, they were a desert wind, bleaching bones, where our love had been. But I hold no grudge, no secret spite, I let it go, like a bird taking flight.
You're looking for a place to stand, in a world that's shifting like sand. No malice here, no bitter taste, just hope that you find your peace, posthaste.
You said I sought chaos, a storm to command, but I sought order, with a steady hand. I know myself, piece by piece, a puzzle complete, a quiet release.
A heart that's whole, that's what I've got, cherished and treasured, not left to rot. I'll strive, I'll reach, I'll dare to be more, beyond who I was, to an unopened door.
In the midnight rain, I'm a silent creed, watching droplets, letting my heart bleed. Years may pass, but here I'll be, in the doorway, watching, finally free.
So find me in the rain, find me in the song, find me where the night is deep and long. There I am, and there I'll stay, the true me, whole, come what may.